A naartjie (also called mandarin or tangerine) is a small round citrus fruit we usually enjoy in winter. This fruit makes me think of each day we get to live. It has the same amber glow of the rising African sun and each morning, I have no idea if the naartjie in my hand isContinue reading “A lesson from a naartjie”
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Do you hear, but not listen?
Do we really hear what others are saying? Listening is easy. Only do it!
You are a sculptor
As I am getting older, I am aware that time is becoming a scarce commodity. I am consciously managing my waking and sleeping hours to live life to the fullest. That’s why I believe each of us has more power over our lives than we make it out to be. Choices are the commodity eachContinue reading “You are a sculptor”
The beauty of friendship
What could be as enjoyable as laughing at silly little things or sitting around a fire or watching the sunset, sharing ideas and your heart?
The power of focus
On a morning run where the birds celebrated the new dawn, I saw a tiny sparrow with a piece of plant material twice his size. He tried to take it somewhere by transporting it with his beak – quite a hefty thing for someone this small. It would have been easy for me to helpContinue reading “The power of focus”
Your kindness may heal someone else’s pain
In a time where we do life differently than the other parts of the year, one story reminds me to be kind, as we don’t know other people’s pain. Another reminder is that bad behaviour may be a cry for love, acceptance and help. The story: A group of men were locked up – murderers,Continue reading “Your kindness may heal someone else’s pain”
Where does dignity live?
What is done when someone is not with you is a reflection of your heart and not who that person may be
Why I am writing?
The first waking moment of the morning is the place where they live. Story seeds slowly grow in my soul to become a lesson for myself before I write it down for mankind. This is not inspiration or daydreaming. It is growth, a memory of what was said to me or what really happened inContinue reading “Why I am writing?”
Everyone matters – even the silent ones
The girl-who-cannot-talk died today – quietly drifting away to death with a serene smile. No one knew her name or her story. No one knew why she could not talk, because there could be various reasons. She could be old, disabled or too sick to tell you what she is feeling. Or she had noContinue reading “Everyone matters – even the silent ones”
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